I need relief, Daddy

CHAPTER ONE

MELISSA’S POV

It’s my eighteenth birthday today and Mom said we’d be celebrating it at the villa she purchased a few years ago with Dad’s death insurance payout.

I’ve always wondered what change would being an adult bring. Big boobs? Constant sex? Freedom? Big ass?

My friends at school always spoke about their experiences when they turned eighteen. Some yapped about having sex almost everyday, while the others wouldn’t stop talking about their huge boobs and ass. I genuinely had high expectations for my eighteenth birthday, except nothing changed.

My boobs remained the same—small. My ass wasn’t an exception and for the sex part, I haven’t seen a guy worthy of my virginity.

“Are you done packing, Melissa?” The voice of my Mom seeped through the walls, jolting me from my thoughts.

“Ye——yes, Mom.” I stuttered as I grabbed a handful of my clothes, throwing them into my luggage in a haste.

“Your dad is starting the car already. I’m sure you are aware of the long hours we have to spend on the road.” Mom continued nagging nonstop.

My dad is dead. He died ten years ago when I was just eight years of age and now, after many years, Mom decided to remarry. She got married to a younger man, who was now my step-dad.

Bryan is actually the best. He takes care of Mom and I.

“I know. I know. I'll be down in a jiffy.” I replied, loud enough for her to hear.

A few minutes later, I was done and running down the stairs with a luggage filled with unnecessary clothes and things I actually didn’t need.

I was sure Mom would get mad if she found out how unprepared I was, considering it was my birthday vacation.

“Get in the car already,” Mom ordered as she made her way to the driver’s corner. 

I sighed, heading towards the trunk of the car to drop my luggage. Hell, it was one hell of a struggle to get the luggage into the car. I immediately made a mental note to always plan ahead.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from behind and I turned swiftly in one go, only to find Bryan, my step-dad, tall and huge, behind me.

“Need help with that?” He offered.

“Yes, Daddy.” I was grateful for his help, as I wiped a trail of sweat from my forehead.

“Happy birthday, Princess.” Bryan offered me a smile, alongside a ruffle on the head.

“Thanks.” 

…….

I’ve always wanted a simple birthday, but Mom was doing extra. We could just celebrate my birthday in Seattle, but she insisted on celebrating it at the villa on the island, which was a six hours drive away.

We were barely two hours away from Seattle when the car bumped into a road bump and suddenly stopped.

“O.M.G! What just happened?” Mom exclaimed, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

“I need to check. Don’t worry.” Bryan gave Mom a reassuring part on the arm and stepped down, heading towards the car’s hood to check.

The second he opened the hood, he was immediately covered in a cloud of smoke, we could barely see him through the windshield.

Mom immediately began to panic. “Are you okay, Bryan?” She made an attempt to step out of the car, but Bryan stopped her before she could.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” He coughed out the words, stepping away from the cloud of smoke with red, teary eyes. “The engine knocked.” Bryan said in a pleading voice.

He knew Mom would blame him for not taking the car to a mechanic first before we embarked on this trip.

 And yes, she did just that. “You know how important this birthday is to Melissa. How could you not have taken the car to the mechanic?”

Bryan lowered his head in apology. “I’m sorry.”

Sometimes, I wondered how Mom bagged a good guy like Bryan. Even at thirty-eight, he was still good-looking and could swoon a lot of women without a doubt.

“What happens then? Do we call a mechanic or find another means of transportation to the island?” Mom raised her brows, her face red with anger.

I’ve always wondered why she gets mad at Bryan for the slightest things, even if it wasn’t his fault. 

Poor Daddy.

“The latter.” He muttered, staring into the distant road, probably praying to any god that lived to bring a car, a truck even that could get us to the island.

Lucky enough, a truck honked from a distance and Bryan’s eyes were immediately filled with hope. He began to wave at the truck until it finally stopped beside our car.

After much back and forth with the truck owner, he finally allowed us to hop in, since he was a resident of the Island.

Unfortunately, there were only two available seats in the truck, as the other space was occupied by cartons of potatoes and tomatoes.

“Lila, you should sit with Melissa at the back, while I join the driver in the front.” Bryan suggested, but the poor man got a glare instead.

“You caused the mess, so deal with it!” Mom yelled. “Find a way to sit with Melissa in the back space, even if you have to put her on your laps.”

My mouth hung open.

That was certainly not an option. I mean, why do I have to sit on daddy’s leg, when I could just sit on my Mom’s.

“Can I just join you in the front, Mom?” I intervened, trying to ease the tension.

“Hell no! My laps would go numb if you sat on them. Bryan is a man, he can handle your weight.” With that said, she walked to the front seat and sat, while I and Bryan stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“I guess I have to lap you, Princess. My punishment for not taking the car to the mechanic.” Bryan muttered, scratching his neck awkwardly.

I have never seen Bryan this flustered before.

“Okay.” I replied and waited until he was seated before hopping on his lap.

It was so uncomfortable and tight and I was sitting in an awkward position, my neck and body bent to the side.

“Seat properly.” Bryan whispered, his hot breath against my skin, making me shudder.

“Oh—-I—just didn’t want to straddle you.” I stuttered, feeling heat rise up to my neck.

Why was the truck suddenly hot?

“Don’t worry, I can manage.” He replied, wrapping his arms around my lower abdomen.

“Okay, I’ll just—-“

 Oh no!

My ass pressed against something. And that something belongs to Daddy.

The truck was already moving and Mom was busy making calls with her business partners and paid us no attention.

“Uhm…Daddy…” I shifted once more, but the thing between Bryan’s legs kept poking through my ass cheek.

I knew what it was…Hell, who wouldn’t?

“Any problem, Princess?” His deep-throaty voice made my skin tingled. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“Uhm…no. It’s…just that…something is poking my ass.” I turned around a little, enough to see his face. His gaze was dark and hooded, making it hard to see through him.

Sometimes, Daddy is unreadable.

“That’s because you keep shifting and rubbing your ass against my dick.” His voice didn’t sound like the usual calm and composed Daddy, who looked at me with innocent and doting eyes. He sounded more deep, and throaty and….

“I’m sorry.” I muttered and stayed still.

For a few minutes, everything was fine until I began to unconsciously rub myself against him, needing some friction.

This was wrong, so very wrong, but I kept doing it nonetheless.

“You’re rubbing yourself against me, Princess.” Daddy called out on my flirty behavior.

“I’m sorry,” I made to stand up. “Maybe, I should just stand..”

Before I could do that, his arms around my waist tightened and he pulled my middle directly against his bulging cock.

I let out a shaky breath, shutting my eyes slowly as I felt wetness pulled in my panties.

“Do you need my help with that?” Bryan whispered, his hot breath against my ear.

“With what?” I bit my lips hard, trying to stop the small noise forming in my throat.

“You need to be touched down there because it hurts right?”

I immediately nodded without hesitation. It hurt so freaking much, it made me break out in sweat. “I need relief, daddy…. Can you please help me?”